Just a fun little poem on aging 10-2016
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,